Midnight Beach

The beach is forgotten,

ripples footprints, 

and stripes this night 

like a powder highway. 

Black waves sizzle, 

spill, 

and scatter the shore 

with seashells and seaweed. 

Sand castles ruin. 

These kingdoms fail 

after sunset. 

Vacant thrones need 

the hands of children. 

A salt wind 

loosens the scent of shampoo 

from her curls, 

flips the corner of the blanket, 

and gives me the reason to move closer. 

A distant boat light 

anchors it's green stare 

like a falling star pausing.